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Harry laughed to himself as he watched Hermione and Ron at the table in the Burrow during breakfast. They said that they didn't have feelings for each other. "We're just friends," they repeated over and over again. But he knew better. They were in love with each other, even if they didn't know it yet. He figured it was just a matter of time until they found it out for themselves. But his proof for the time being was their breakfast time routine.

Every morning since the beginning of their friendship after Ron was poisoned and the whole Lavender mix-up, they had a set routine everyday. Hermione would wake up at about 8 o'clock. She would come down stairs and read, or study, or whatever it is that she does until Ron came down at about 10 or 10:30. Harry could never tell when Ron was going to come down stairs, but somehow Hermione always knew. She put her bookmark to mark her page in her book and sat at the kitchen table.

Ron would come down and sit next to her, and from there, their routine started. Hermione would pour two glasses of pumpkin juice, placing on in front of Ron and one in front of her. Meanwhile, Ron would butter three pieces of toast and place one on Hermione's plate and two on his own.

Then Hermione would pick up Ron's plate and pile it high with bacon and scrambled eggs. Ron would take Hermione's plate and place two pancakes on it, cutting them up into small pieces. Then they would switch plates back, now with their own plate filled with their own favorite foods.

Harry didn't get it. They were so obviously perfect for each other; it was basically like they were married already. They fought like a married couple, made up like a married couple (well not exactly like a married couple) and pretty much acted like they were married all the time. He didn't understand how they could be so close and so smart but they were so stupid when it came to their own feelings.

So everyday for more then a year, Harry watched his two best friends act oblivious to what they were doing every morning. The only thing that kept him from saying anything was that for once, he knew something that Hermione didn't.

A/N: Again, a little plot bunny came and bopped me on the head.

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